One childhood memory I have is listening to music. We had a 45-rpm record player that I spent hours using, listening to a number of 45-rpm records. Some were old classics, while others were popular for a period of time. None were spiritual songs, because, at that time I wan’t a Christian That didn’t take place until I was out of high school.

As a teenager I bought literally hundreds of those old 45s. At one time I had 355 45-rpm records. Many were popular with my age group. Songs about love being a feeling. Feeling love. Having-or losing-love. Losing one you loved. Searching for love in all the wrong places. And so forth.

At times the music was actually pretty.. Even today, when I hear some of those songs in a business, I still remember the music and the words. If only the composers were born again, writing something that pleased God. Even though they mostly didn’t, I still appreciate the genius of some of the composers.

Fast forward to after I became a Christian. I can remember singing songs, which had pretty music, having lyrics which tried to convey a message.

What’s my point in all of this? My point is that, while at times pretty, some of the words were often toxic. Pretty poison. That pretty music drew many to the poisonous messages, heard throughout this nation. Pretty poison.

At least some of the pretty poison music is now considered easy listening, My late mother listened to easy listening (just instrumental) music, not realizing how much of it originated as rock and roll, which she hated.